The branches behind my home are alive with blossom. I walk down another street that bore blossom-full branches last week; now they are empty. A friend's home-that-felt-like-home-to-me has been sold. Disagreement rises and…
They call it paradise and, aside from the daddy long legs stalking me in the shower, it pretty much is. A soft blue and yellow bedroom with hydrangea blossoms on…
It rises and falls moment by moment, me scarcely aware. Receiving breath-gift. Fullness. The surrender of release. Emptiness. The breath cycle happens in spirit as in body. Grace is given,…